Silence reigned in the room while 2 great schemers plotted for the future.
"We will... but not without a fight." King Richard replied after a while. If he just tucked his tails and ran, he would have no face and credibility left on his people.
And that would be the worst ending for one very ambitious man.
"I understand, my king." Fabian nodded. He knew the mind of his king and thus, expected several escape routes beforehand.
Even in the face of absolute strength, they still would not succumb to their fates.
* * *
More than a week later, the final stand was finally happening. There were 300,000 soldiers on one side while on the other, a measly 10,000 men faced them.
The superior number has of course belonged to the Qoven Empire. With such a great difference in forces, it was curious to see that the soldiers of the Qoven Empire all had worried faces on.
They had gotten their orders from the top and they did not like it one bit at all.
"This is nothing but a joke."
"Shhh... It comes from the king."
"Do you want to lose your head?"
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Similar talks happened but the majority sided with their king. They were no fools to think that they could win a fight against these seemingly invulnerable foes.
* * *
On the other side of the coin, a whole nother conversation was going on. The Black Company was all very excited to start this game.
"I admire the mind of this king." Sword Master Zak commented. After the first 3 cities had fallen one after another, the next city they went to had all been found empty of souls and deserted.
Not even pets were left for them to find. It did not need telling that the citizens were ordered to flee to the capital of Qoven Empire.
"The foolish king only helped us to catch them all in one big net, Sword Master Zak." A trusted general said and laughed merrily thereafter.
"Perhaps." Sword Master Zak muttered.
"Begin the attack. Avoid killing anybody. We will need every living soul to sell to our client." Sword Master Zak ordered after a short pause.
"Yes! You can count on us, Sword Master Zak!" The generals grinned and immediately began shouting orders towards their men.
They commanded a thousand warriors each and all of them were veterans of more than a hundred native expeditions. Everybody knew what needed to be done.
"Time to earn our pay!"
"For money and pussy!"
"We can finally go home!"
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The warriors of the Black Company all sported smiles. Before long, they rode on their horses and charged bravely into the tall stone walls that depicted the last barrier to their mission.
"WHOOOSH!"
"WHOOOSH!"
"WHOOOSH!" More than 300,000 arrows fly in an instant. The bright morning sun darkened alongside the merciless rain of these sharp weapons of death.
Alas, this kind of assault was child's play against these monster warriors from overseas.
"DING!"
"DING!"
"DING!" Myriad colors covered the horses and their riders that fully defended against indigenous tools like the arrow. It did not even delay the running horses in their gallop.
"What dumb fuckers! HAHAHA!" An armored warrior taunted but he was made silent in the next moment. He was expecting more arrows to fall but unfortunately, none of them came.
"Is that it?" This was the question on everyone's mind. Luckily enough, they did not let this strange phenomenon stop them.
"BANG!" A horse broke into the 21 meter tall gates and found a peculiar state inside.
"FUCK!" A rider cursed when he looked at this scene. Instead of fighting tooth and nail, the 300,000 empire soldiers were running for their lives.
They did not go in one direction but scattered away from conflict. Although they knew that not all of them could escape today but at least the majority of them could.
This was the only thing they could do in order to safeguard the fleeing citizens of Qoven Empire.
"GET THEM! Don't let them escape!" A warrior screamed and the game of cat and mouse began.
* * *
"We should go, my king." Fabian the advisor said. They were in a nearby mountain peak and in this distance, their naked eye could see more than 300,000 soldiers scrambling in all directions.
This was the last thing King Richard could do for his people. To fight these invincible monsters head on was stupid.
Thus, he could only let everyone take their chances of running away from this tribulation.
"Yes." A man with no more golden crown on his head replied. This man knew that from this moment forward, the Qoven Empire existed in name only.
He could only wish that his children would be lucky in their trying times. It did not need telling that he sent his sons and daughters away in separate directions.
They had elite guards on them and the rest was up to fate.
* * *
While this epic problem was besieging the continent, our bored gamer was quite peaceful in his refuge.
He had already stayed in Far Water Town for almost 2 years and it was obvious that he had gained quite a lot in his stay.
"Show me my character status, Nancy." Clark instructed.
"Affirmative, host."
"DING!" The system cheat replied.
* * *
Name: Clark Colter
Cultivation: 9
Techniques: Dragon Subduing Fist, Fire Dreaming Spell, One Million Crazy Diviners Finger, Blow of the Murderer, Choke Hold of the Humble Charioteers, Cloud Uppercut of the Mice, Death Cyclone, Decrepid Two Loves Pose, Divine Hammer Throw, Fierce Coral Noose, Fifteen Fighting Savages Pinch, Fighting Battler Rake, Grim Stalker's Lift of Mountains, Hot Knuckle, Imperial Ninety Battlers Toss, Infernal Finger of Death, Liberty Knuckle, Rabbit Attack of the Fourteen Whirlwinds, Arrival of the Seventeen Spirits, Myriad Bloodthirsty Pigs, Shaman's Strike of the Nine Ivory, Snap of the One Thousand Runes, Swing Swing, Thundering Pose, Unholy Rat's Elbow, Unknowable Toe Attack, The...
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